Cry Wolf, Cry

The wolf has been part of the natural balance for thousands of years, in less than 100 years man through ignorance and misinformation has almost made wolves disappear forever.

To help protect the wolf, we will need to help protect the wilderness that is left.

For some, wolves live in the imagination as shadows of evil, fuelled by fallacy and fiction. With a better understanding and education and without willful need for bloodshed of most species by us, the wolf might emerge in the light of new understanding.

As winter skies replace the blue
with dark and greying embers,
I will sing a lullaby
though you’re too small,
and won’t remember.

As frost casts fire and freezing touch
and grips you with its fingers,
I will hold you warm and snug
now you’re older,
the memories linger.

As twilight falls still and shadows climb
we listen to creatures howling,
a lone wolf searches just like you,
now you have grown
you yearn to be prowling.

As magnificence, proud against the moon
and gentlemanly he shields her,
don’t fear him now let him be so
let his blood be still.
not petals strewn in slaughter